babble
Monday, September 22, 2003
Plague, it does a body good:
This weekend was one of my most uneventful weekends in recent memory. What I thought was a 72-hour bubonic plague actually turned out to be a SARS-like mystery illness. I had all manner of disturbing gastrointestinal phenomena occurring, the details of which I will spare you, not because I particularly like you but because I just don't want most of you to have intimate knowledge of the workings of my innards. In any case, I had to skip the San Genarro festival and a benefit on Friday night, and even after sleeping for what seemed like a billion hours (but was actually only about 9 and a half hours), I was feeling so worn out on Saturday that I had to skip four different parties. Yes, I am Miss fucking Popularity. It's probably better that I stayed home, though, because after spending the entire weekend recuperating from my case of scurvy I feel fan-fucking-tastic. I only tell you because I know you were all worried sick.
Now, I need you to do something for me: Go tell my bitch that he needs to get his ballerino ass down to L.A. next weekend so we can fist each other. Thanks.
I'll bet Scott looks good in eyeliner
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